I fall down and go boom...again!

Just realised while typing in this title, that this is not the first time I've fallen down! Seems balance might be a bit of an issue for me....



Anyway, I don't know if I've mentioned it or not, but my cat has a bit of a behavioural problem. Seems she likes to bite me. Just me. No one else. She's sweet as pie to anyone else who visits...



Anyway, I looked it up on the net - because really, it has to stop. All the advice says its because she's bored and is trying to get my attention and that giving her tons of toys is not good enough - apparently I have to get down on the floor and play with her. For about 15 minutes a day....



So, I'm trying - but I have to admit, I'm not a very good player. I mean with a dog you can throw a ball and they bring it back and its all good. You don't have to move, they get exercise and it all counts as quality time...

So the other night I played with her. But let's be honest - I didn't go as far as getting down on the floor - not only would my back not let me, I'm far too lazy... I was dragging this little toy across the back of the couch - but soon ran out of couch, so I meant to continue along the arm but had to turn the corner to do so (told you I'm not a very good player). So I know what I meant to do. I even told my feet how to turn around the corner. They didn't listen.

I fall down and go boom.

Hard.

Loud.

Massive crash.

I took out the counter stools and crashed into the kitchen wall.

It wasn't pretty.

And you know the worst of it? I have no bruises to show for it. No bruises = no sympathy. No visible damage, no ability for others to empathise with my pain.

I fall down go boom.

Ouch.


(Blogger note - I wrote this post yesterday but then blogger froze, only saved half and it took me until today to get back in. Bugger. I think my first version was much more entertaining....)

Gentle...

A few years ago, I went to the beach one late Saturday afternoon and went body surfing for a couple of hours. It was one of those really great days.



On my way back from the beach I stopped at the local gourmet pizza joint and got myself an early dinner. What's great about where I live, is I rocked up to the pizza joint in a sarong and t-shirt, with my soaking wet hair still dripping and no one batted an eyelid. Well, no one was concerned that I was underdressed, but someone did kind of bat an eyelid..it was the guy behind the counter.



This guy suits the description of 'happy-go-lucky'. He seemed a little flirtatious - asking me about my swim - but I kind of assumed that he was just being nice, that it was just his customer service persona. But I didn't really give it too much thought - it was just a nice end to a nice afternoon.



As time went by I did see him a few times (they make really good pizza....) and each time he was just as friendly and happy to see me. Always a bright smile - contagious in that you just had to smile back.



Saw him a few weeks back at the new Mexican place. Had a bit of chat before my dinner partner showed up, which was nice. Anyway, went there again the other night with a different friend of mine and while we were having dinner he came up to chat. Know what he said about me? He says to my friend, "isn't she lovely? she's just such a gentle soul."



How sweet was that?

And how hard was my friend laughing? (Seriously...)



But I was (and still am) flattered. I think that ranks up there with one of the nicest thing anyone's said to me.



I also think he's very perceptive, because contrary to what my friend thought, I think he's mostly right..

Stop Worrying

I have a new philosophy - I'm going to stop worrying.

Now, that sounds simple, but not if you've met me...

So I'm home early tonight as I had an appointment I needed to go to - and I'm relaxing and the phone rings and its someone from work. After I get off the phone I can feel the tension creep back in. I worry - so I log in from home. There's no email or update - so there's nothing to do.

But now I'm stressed.

But I think about it - and I realise there's nothing I can do. AND I'm worrying about something that may not even be a problem.

It's got to stop.

I either have to quit my job (which isn't really an option - more on that later...) or stop worrying.

But how?

Know what I did to make myself feel better? - I told myself to stop worrying. Out loud.

It worked. Briefly.

I'll keep on it........

Another beautiful CLM...

(CLM= career limiting move)

Just one of the things that have happened since my computer broke. Unfortunately I have a policy where I don't blog about things from work - but suffice to say, tears at work are not good.

I don't think I'm made for corporate life. I don't mean to sound arrogant or full of myself - but here goes - the truth is I'm smart enough, capable enough - but I'm just not resilient enough. I'm too sensitive. And its not that I can't handle the stress - its that I just don't want that kind of stress in my life.

What I'm going to do? Nothing at the moment - but I'm open to suggestions/ideas to help with some long term planning.....


Another thing that happened since my computer broke? Monster ran away. Or tried to. Okay - she just went exploring - but she was gone for over an hour and down the other end of the building - four or five balconies down... Talk about stress!!!

She's not longer allowed outside...

It's all good

My PC been fixed.

I guess I'll have to start setting aside time to write again...

Maybe that would help me stop obsessing about work..

PC been broken

and I'm not much for internet cafes.

As luck would have - this is the first Saturday I haven't been working in ages so can finally take my laptop in and did a last chance switch on - and guess what?

Yup, its working.

All on its own.

Despite many attempts by myself to fix it, plus the help of friends - it was broken and not working. It was so annoying. For weeks. Now I actually have time to take it in? And its working.

I'm taking bets on that it actually stops working when the shop is closed and I really need it...